Chapter 77

It's exactly dinner time when we arrived in France. We all ate our lunch on the plane and even though we were flying in the air, the foods that were prepared for us are expensive and delicious.

We ate gourmet soup, steak, and juice for the twins. Warren offered me some liquor, but I declined. I was never a fan of alcohol, but I experienced getting drunk once when Amelia died. Ever since then, I started drinking alcohol occasionally. I just don't want to be drunk or feel tipsy in front of Warren.

The meal we had was freshly cooked, proving that this plane even has a kitchen of its own. I never saw anything like this. I don't even know that this is possible.

The kids couldn't believe that we already landed. They were so caught up in keeping their father's attention to them and just being kids.

As soon as they left their room, they went back to being their original selves again. Being energetic, troublesome, and not getting tired at all. I'm not even sure if they sl